“Are you coming for me again already? Are you that much of a filthy little slut for Daddy?”
“Yeah.” I panted.
“How hard can I fuck you, Nadine?”
“As hard as you want, Daddy!”
“Scream it, slut, tell me!”
“Fuck me hard, Daddy! Fuck me hard!”
Somehow Taylor found a higher gear and when my pussy muscles started fluttering and squeezing him as I came again, I heard him grunt and bury himself as far as he could before a hot blast of semen drenched my newly deflowered depths. Again and again he thrust and filled me with his seed, as if he was claiming his territory, and I loved every last drop of it.
Eventually our orgasms wound down together and Taylor collapsed on top of me, reaching around my neck to guide my face towards him, kissing me on the lips for the first time. For somebody who had just fucked as hard as that, and just emptied what felt like an ocean of cum inside of me, I wouldn’t have expected the kiss to be so deep and passionate, but I’d never been kissed like that before.
When we finally broke for air, his hands roamed all over my body, exploring me and pulling the powerful little toy out of my ass. I was absolutely exhausted and felt like I was glowing.
Taylor’s fingertips, trailing over my bare skin, felt so relaxing and the sound of our breathing was like a lullaby to my ears after the cacophony of the last half hour or so. He was still balls-deep in my well-fucked pussy and my ass was still propped in the air by teddy bears and a pillow, but I didn’t care, I was falling asleep.
As I drifted off, I thought perhaps it was all for the best. I didn’t want to sit up anytime soon and waste the precious gift he’d given me. Maybe if we slept together now he could give me another gift when we woke up.
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I avoided Maddie for a couple of weeks because I didn’t want her to feel bad about what happened. There was no way she could know about what our step-dads had planned for me, and I didn’t know how to explain to her that I had absolutely loved it.
However, when I saw the pregnancy test this morning, I knew I had to say something. I mean, she was going to notice that I wasn’t at college with her.
I finally replied to one of her messages asking if she could come over and I was in my room when I heard Taylor let her in. Picking up the little stick that showed the two lines, I sat on my bed and waited.
Maddie, as chipper as ever, bounced in as if nothing had been unusual about the past couple of weeks and started talking about a pair of shoes she wanted to buy. I interrupted her.
“Uh… Maddie? There’s something I have to tell you. I… uh…”
I handed her the test stick and said no more. When I had gone over the conversation in my mind, I had never been able to decide what her reaction might be, but I definitely never foresaw her jumping up in the air with a ‘yeehaw!’.
“So… I won’t be going to…”
Maddie was pulling something out of her back pocket and when she held it out to me, I recognised it immediately. I should, after all I’d just handed her something that looked identical, right down to the two lines that meant a positive result. I looked up incredulously.
“You too?”
“Yes! Now our babies can be friends like us! And we can share Wyatt and Taylor! Then we can go to college together afterwards if we want!”
Something told me that things were going to be a bit more complicated than that… but for the most part I had to give in to the surge of joy I felt. She was right, I was so lucky to be able to share all these special things with my best friend. The future was looking so good.
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His Little Princess Again 1
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"I am going to ruin you."
Tony, the man of the house, used to call Selena his little princess. Lately though, he doesn't seem to notice the inexperienced brat at all. When some expensive lingerie gets delivered while everybody else is out, Selena decides to treat herself to some special alone time while wearing it.
Tony comes home early and finds Selena in the most compromising of positions, and so he decides it's time to give Selena what she's been pining for, and give it to her hard. Tony is almost too big and when Selena notices he isn't using protection she has to make a choice.
If she wants to be his little princess again, she's going to have to let him do it his way, even if that means giving him an heir!
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Rough Sex, Virgin
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*****
I bit my lower lip with indecision as I sat on the couch and looked at the beautiful packaging. This wasn’t for me, it was a gift from my step-dad to my mom according to the little card.
The timing on the delivery was odd, seeing as my mom was away all weekend, but I supposed there must have been a delay or something. It was the card that was picking away at my better judgement, piquing my curiosity and playing off my biggest weakness.
‘Can’t wait to see this on you, just so I can tear it off – Love Tony’
My mom had married the best guy in the world when I was about five. Even now that I was eighteen I could still remember being borderline dumbstruck by how different life was for my mom and me after Tony came into the picture.
I’d never met my dad, so I never knew what I was missing, but all of a sudden there was this guy around making my mom happy, moving us out of our grimy little apartment into a life of luxury in Manhattan and spending time with me. Oh God, the attention he gave me. For the first time in my life I felt like the centre of the universe.
That all seemed to change in my early teens. For reasons I never understood, he suddenly became distant. He was still an amazing provider, everything the two of us used to have between us simply seemed to disappear though.
He still treated my mom the same, as far as I could see, and that made me feel like whatever was wrong between the two of us was my fault. I did everything I could to be the best daughter I could. My grades were the highest in my class, I was head cheerleader, I didn’t drink or do drugs. I didn’t even date, so he wouldn’t have to worry about me falling in with the wrong crowd.
Nothing worked, I felt like I was invisible to him. The worst part about it was, unlike before I met him, now I knew what I was missing. He used to call me his little princess, but now what was I?
It also pained me to admit how jealous I was of my mom. My room was at the other end of the apartment, but sometimes I could still hear them at night, especially my mom. It was enough to drive a girl to distraction, seeing him dressed in the morning in that classy suit and to know the kind of noises he could pound out of a woman.
More often than I cared to admit, my breakfast cereal went soggy as I stared dreamily at him over the breakfast table with my chin resting on my hand and my finger playing on my lips. I sometimes couldn’t eat until he was gone and then I’d have to rush before the town car arrived to take me to school.
That’s why the note on the box intrigued me so much. I reached out with both hands and pulled the top part of the box upwards. T
he bottom half slowly slid down until it landed with a soft cardboard thud on the coffee table.
My eyes sparkled with wonder as I set the top of the box, with its red ribbon decorations, down to one side. There, on a bed of pastel-coloured tissue paper, was a sexy set of lingerie with a red bra and matching panties.
I picked the bra up and held it in front of me with reverence. It was so sensual, and I knew that most people would have to take out a second mortgage to buy anything from this store.
Once again I was hit by that shameful pang of jealousy. The woman that this was for wasn’t invisible to Tony.
I looked at the clock and bit my bottom lip again when an ill-conceived seed of an idea took root in my mind. Tony wasn’t due home for another couple of hours, maybe I could have a little special alone-time before he returned.
Avoiding boys wasn’t easy, and I’d learned over the years exactly how to… take things into my own hands when I needed some relief. I’d also learned that I came the hardest when I could hear Tony and my mom going at it because then I could imagine it was me he was fucking.
Since I had my last growth spurt, my mom and I wore all the same size clothes. I knew this because she was always borrowing my outfits, and even borrowed one of my school uniforms for a fancy dress party. She didn’t give that one back for over a month for some reason.
This lingerie set was the ultimate prop to help me with a dirty little fantasy. I picked up the panties and went to their room, walking quietly as if afraid of getting caught despite the fact that I was all alone.
Pushing the door almost all the way closed behind me, I set the red bra and panties down on their bed and excitedly undressed. The bra felt silky smooth against my skin, and when I adjusted it to cup my breasts properly it almost felt like it had been custom made for me.
The panties slid up my thighs and I snapped the elastic against the top of my ass, giving myself a naughty little sting that brought a mischievous grin to my lips. I did a little twirl in front of the full-length mirror and almost squealed in delight. I looked good.
As I climbed on to their bed, I thought the reality was better than ‘good’. I looked like somebody that Tony couldn’t ignore.
I piled the pillows behind me, feeling the luxurious bed covers under my ass, and flicked my hair out with both hands as I settled down. Tony’s scent was all around me, and I inhaled deeply as I closed my eyes.
In my mind I saw him, all naked with those rock-hard muscles of his, climbing aboard at the foot of the bed with his equally-rock-hard cock standing to attention for me. I smiled, sliding my hands (his hands) over my skin as I imagined him climbing over me.
With a sigh of contented happiness, I squeezed one breast through the bra and slid my fingers of the other hand under the waistband of the panties. It only took a couple tickly circles around my labia before I slipped one finger between my folds to find just how ready my body was for the vision in my head to have his way with me.
At some stage my sighs turned to fully-fledged moans and I realised I was going to have to take these undergarments to the dry cleaners before my mom returned. There was no way around it, I was in his bed wearing the lingerie he chose, and I’d never had such a clear picture of him in my head as I flicked a soaking wet finger across my clit.
A blue fire of ecstasy was flowing back and forth between my belly and my clit as I writhed, getting closer and closer to exactly where I wanted to be. I held my panties to one side and inserted one finger in my virgin tunnel, thrusting as far as my hymen before pulling back and pushing in again.
I’d never managed it before, but as this was a special occasion, I spread my legs as far as they would go and slowly forced two fingers against my entrance. Hissing with the strain, I slowly felt that tight ring slide past the tips, past the first knuckles until I was filled more than I’d ever been filled before.
It hurt a little, but hurt so damn good that I was on cloud nine. My hips bucked as I managed to get into a rhythm and my thumb found my clit at the apex of every thrust.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” I breathed, feeling a buzzing sensation growing to critical mass.
“What in the fuck is this?” The deep voice came from the doorway.
My thighs came together so quickly it was like a thunderclap and my eyes flew open just as fast. I looked in horror at my step-father, who was standing in the door with his suit jacket slung over his shoulder.
“T-Tony… I… oh God… I’m so… you’re early…” I stumbled.
“Never mind about how early I am… where did you get what you’re wearing?”
I tried to conceal myself as best I could, but I was sitting on the covers and I simply didn’t have enough arms to go around. My face probably matched the colour of the underwear.
“I… it was… it got delivered… um… I’m sorry, I’ll…” I began to sit up so I could shuffle to the edge of the bed and gather my clothes, thinking about how close I would have to get to him in my near-nakedness to get out of the door.
“Don’t move,” he said with such authority that my muscles froze as if they belonged to him rather than me.
Tony stepped into the room and hung his jacket up on a hook on the back of the door and slowly walked towards the foot of the bed, a stern but otherwise unreadable look on his face. My legs were quivering enough to make my knees knock together and I was painfully aware of the way my arm pressed the bra against my still-hard nipples.
He never took his eyes off me as he walked. That made me blush all the harder because, despite the embarrassment, despite the shock, just having his complete attention kept me on the edge of orgasm.
I was walking a fine line between being appropriately chastised for this indiscretion, and suffering the humiliation of cumming right in front of him without even having anything touching me between the legs. Finally he stopped right at the foot of the bed, exactly where I had imagined him earlier.
My eyes went wide and I clamped my legs shut even harder when I realised that the panties were still kind of bunched up to the side from when I’d hurriedly released them as I snatched my hands away. If he looked there at the right angle, he would see the tender pink edge of my most private area.
“So,” He paused with his hands on his hips. “You think you’re woman enough to wear something like that, and get in my bed?”
“N-no.”
“Why so shy all of a sudden? What was that you were saying before I spoke up?”
I lowered my eyes and gulped. When I did so, I saw the way my arm was making my tits squash together, swelling over the top of the cups. I busied myself trying to better cover my exposed skin, hoping against hope that he forgot the query and moved on. He did not.
“I asked you a question, Selena. Look me in the eye and tell me what you were saying.”
Shamefaced, I looked up at him and said, barely above a whisper, “Fuck me.”
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“Fuck me.” It was louder, but that only made the quavering that much more audible.
Tony shook his head, loosening his tie almost as if I wasn’t even in the room and he was just removing his suit to slip into something more comfortable after a long day at the office. He threw the tie into the corner and my eyes followed it for a second before returning to him.
“No. No, no, no, no,” he said. “You sounded like a slut, Selena, not a scared little girl.”
“I’m s-sorry, Tony, can I just go?”
“No. Not until I’m good and finished.”
“Finished what?” I asked.
Tony smiled. “Anything I want. I told your mother. I told her that if you got any sexier I was going to fuck you till you screamed and I think you just crossed the line.”
Multi-coloured flares of confusion and lust burst in my mind. The hottest guy in my life had just said I was sexy enough to fuck… but he was my mom’s husband. It was the confusion that was more easily expressed.
“W-what?”
Tony was unbuttoning his shirt. “Don’t act innocent with me. You think I don’t see you daydreaming about sucking my cock at the breakfast table? You think I don’t make your mother wear your school uniform when I feel like fucking especially hard? You’ve had this coming and I’m sick of keeping my distance.”
My jaw dropped and my legs parted slightly, whether from sheer numb shock or any subconscious will, I had no idea. My step-father’s eyes were drawn downwards immediately as he revealed the real version of that chiselled torso I’d so recently fantasised about.
“Look how wet those panties are. Fuck I’m going to enjoy this.” He shrugged his shirt off.
I licked my lips and shook my head as if trying to clear my mind. “B-but you… we… we c-can’t do…”
My words were cut off as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, taking his boxer briefs with them to reveal a semi-hard cock that was already bigger than what I dreamed about him packing. My legs parted further, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Tony.
It was utterly enchanting, I felt like I was put under a spell when I saw it. Something about the size, the shape, the promise that it carried with it spoke to my most basic womanly needs without language. All I knew was that it was something to be respected, worshipped even. This was no false idol, this was the real deal.
“I decide what we can and cannot do in my own house, Selena, but, by all means, if you want to leave then go. I will never so much as look at you again if you don’t do exactly what I say right now.”
My heartrate picked up in a panic at the mere mention of being banished back to that realm of invisibility. His cock hardened further as he climbed on to the bed and saw my deer-in-the-headlights predicament. A car was about to hit me… but look how beautiful it was…
I couldn’t move, there was no time to weigh up the pros and cons of my step-father’s huge and swiftly-approaching cock. He moved over me, his presence absolutely dominating my world, and straddled my upper legs as he bent down close to my face.
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